KegelA Poem by Kay Love
Once in, that's it.
Its gotten a hold. Gripping tight, for that perfect fit. It'll let go for a bit, So you can feel the rest of the walls. But once you've pushed as far as you'll go, Its gonna hold on to all. Pain's not the objective. Yours and its pleasure's subjective. It holds on so you won't leave. But whatever you do, don't come. Inside, I mean. © 2010 Kay LoveReviews
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